"spurgeon" poems
I never met a storm I didn't like
I wish I could say the same for people
Though sometimes I think
They have as little control
Of what they destroy
As storms
I think I could love anyone,
that shared a mountain coast with me.
Those rocks and rivers and beachfront caves?
I feel like a pirate.
And I believe not caring what others think,
Is a coward's way to self-esteem.
You can't make everyone happy
That doesn't mean you shouldn't try.
I can seem cold
But what you're hearing
Is precision
It makes sense when you love words
And hate being misunderstood.
I hate when people argue to be right
Instead of understand
It's self-indulgent
And dehumanizing
And so very me.
I'm such a nerd I'd need another poem
to convey how much
But I think it will suffice to say
If you like
Will McAvoy
The Dragonborn
Charles Spurgeon
Vault Dwellers
or the Crystal Gems
We'll probably get along.
And lastly
I only wrote this poem
Because I hate not having an answer
To "tell me about yourself."
Aug 29, 2015
Aug 29, 2015 at 8:25 AM UTC
It is ever the Holy Spirit’s work to turn our eyes away from self to Jesus; but Satan’s work is just the opposite of this, for he is constantly trying to make us regard ourselves instead of Christ. He insinuates, “Your sins are too great for pardon; you have no faith; you do not repent enough; you will never be able to continue to the end; you have not the joy of his children; you have such a wavering hold of Jesus.” All these are thoughts about self, and we shall never find comfort or assurance by looking within. But the Holy Spirit turns our eyes entirely away from self: he tells us that we are nothing, but that “Christ is all in all.” Remember, therefore, it is not thy hold of Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not thy joy in Christ that saves thee—it is Christ; it is not even faith in Christ, though that be the instrument—it is Christ’s blood and merits; therefore, look not so much to thy hand with which thou art grasping Christ, as to Christ; look not to thy hope, but to Jesus, the source of thy hope; look not to thy faith, but to Jesus, the author and finisher of thy faith. We shall never find happiness by looking at our prayers, our doings, or our feelings; it is what Jesus is, not what we are, that gives rest to the soul. If we would at once overcome Satan and have peace with God, it must be by “looking unto Jesus.” Keep thine eye simply on him; let his death, his sufferings, his merits, his glories, his intercession, be fresh upon thy mind; when thou wakest in the morning look to him; when thou liest down at night look to him. Oh! let not thy hopes or fears come between thee and Jesus; follow hard after him, and he will never fail thee.
“My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness:
I dare not trust the sweetest frame,
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name.”
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 11:23 AM UTC
It’s too easy to trust God,
when Life is good, pleasant
and free of everyday strife.
When we’re comfortable, joy
is often experienced; lost is
sight of Him, Who gives Life.
Unfortunately, tragedy’s pain
is released upon us, whereby we
succumb to despair, unbelief
and the darkness that envelops
a World with sin’s rebellion.
We’re now unfocused; no relief
is available to our sad souls;
we’re swallowed by an evil that
stabs us… with merciless grief.
Calling Christ now, that is Faith-
when we choose to move forward,
rise up and reaffirm our beliefs
in the One, Who truly saves us.
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Author notes
Inspired by:
Rom 8:28, 38 and
To trust God in the light is nothing,
but trust Him in the dark — that is
faith. -C. H. Spurgeon
Dedicated to the memory of D.J. Breunig
1 March 2016
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
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By Joseph J. Breunig 3rd, © 2016, All rights reserved.
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
Incense in the abbey church
old monk in choir stall
mediating in the stillness
and silence
I watched
his tonsured head
bowed,
Ipse primus in pace
et tunc alios
quoque pacem
Thomas A Kempis
in Imitatione Christi
so I read,
common room
warm and cosy
book case
old sofas
stood looking down
into the cloister
just the tick ticking
of the clock,
la foi croit quelque
chose de vrai sans
preuve ou preuve
the French monk said
in the guests'
breakfast room
after lunch,
if there was proof
or evidence
we wouldn't need faith
the Colonel said,
plainsong Vespers
sensing the world
beyond the high windows
voices chanting
from choir stall
to choir stall
back and forth,
prayer è operazione
spirituale
con il Creatore
del Cielo e della Terra
Italian monk said
quoting Spurgeon
as I helped him
**** the cloister beds,
a spiritual transaction
is prayer with God
he translated for me
his fingers covered in earth
his dark eyes on me,
cloister in evening
walking with moonlight
causing shadows
where moon left untouched
and peacefulness
and a feeling of sanctity,
faith is accepting
without proof
Dom Joe said
and I conjured
these thoughts
like a *****
in my young head.
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 6:59 AM UTC
'I have learned to kiss the waves that throw me up against the Rock of Ages'
-Charles Spurgeon.
May 25, 2023
May 25, 2023 at 7:01 AM UTC
The More you fail and keep willing to succeed, the more you get closer to it .
The contrary of passing is not failling .
Before thinking I'm wrong , go down the stairs of my understanding 🙃 and take your decision when you're at my depth .
The contrary of passing is understanding.
Because one can't have success before
failure,
One won't also pass without lacking to understand at a point .
This is a law without exceptions and thereby fulfil the the law that applies an exception to every other laws.
I will close with some deep wise words of " CH SPURGEON " in his book 📖 " "MORNING 🌄+EVENING " ... to continue
Feb 18, 2022
Feb 18, 2022 at 4:31 PM UTC